NaPoWriMo 7 – The Lord calls to me

For Day 7, a hymn –

My Lord calls to me
in the early morning light
‘kuhu-kuhu’ she sings
in joyous dulcet tones.


My Lord enfolds me
in the early morning mist,
ethereal and uplifting
like mother’s love.


My Lord sings to me
from the violin’s bow,
gliding on the strings
in heartrending melody.


My Lord looks at me
from beggar-child eyes
in desperate hope,
for alms, for love.


My Lord comes to me
in hands that help,
voices that comfort,
and hearts that hug.


My Lord whispers to me
amid the clamour of worship,
“Be still. Just be. ”
“I am in the silence”.

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NaPoWriMo 4 – My heart is a shrine

For day 4, a Love poem.

My heart is a shrine, it seems,
loves come and go like pilgrims.

Some come seeking solace,
some to unlock the joy in their hearts.

And yet others come with footsteps heavy with sorrow,
and I wait for them to undam their pain.

Until release comes in torrent upon stormy torrent,
all pain washed clean by blessed tears.

And yet what can I give,
but the God that is within me?

This lamp of love you have lit with your hands, Oh Lord,
and sheltered it from innumerable storms.

My song of praise is my only offering,
and my heart lifted up in gratitude.